Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Open Arms

Y/N's POV
Friday, September 20, 1985

So now I come to you
With open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say

Steve Perry's angelic voice cascaded through my headphones as I erased a large chunk of words from my paper in front of me. My eyes scanned my paper, grimacing at my writing. None of this was salvageable. I scraped the now-flattened eraser nub against the entire expanse of the paper furiously. I needed to finish my draft of this story by the end of school today in order to meet Fred's strict deadline or I wouldn't make the paper this issue, but my brain was refusing to work with me. It was no one's fault but my own that I was in this tough spot, as I stupidly procrastinated starting my draft until the last second, but I'd been having trouble focusing on writing anything since Tuesday. Ever since our phone call that night, my mind was on a constant loop of images of Eddie. I regretted leaving things the way I had the last time we spoke, for how aggravated I was at him for us being caught when it was both of our faults. Reflecting back on it, I wasn't even mad that he kissed me. In actuality, I probably would have made a move eventually if he hadn't. In the heat of the moment, I'd been overreacting and I had only realized it too late as he hung up on me. Simultaneously, it had dawned on me that my frustration in general was misplaced. In reality, my anger stemmed from my own insecurity with the fact that I had feelings for Eddie and I couldn't stop fucking it up for myself.

I'd wanted nothing more than to talk it out with him and fix it before any chance of being close to him was too far gone. However, I hadn't gotten the chance to, as he was ignoring my constant calls and he'd stopped coming to school. That was, until today. Before third period this morning, I stopped by my locker and caught a glimpse of him down the hall speaking to Mike. I let myself stare at them and Eddie most likely felt my eyes burning through him, as he looked in my direction and made eye contact. I could have sworn there was a hint of longing present in his expression. I ripped my eyes from him, embarrassed I'd been caught staring, and focused my gaze deep into my locker. The urge to walk up and confront him was becoming ever more present by the second.  I never did walk up to him though, being too much of a coward. The bell rang for class and I let him brush right past me without a word. As Eddie passed me by, my eyes met Mike's and all he could offer back was a sympathetic shrug. I'd hoped that Eddie would come to third period so I'd have my chance to hash it out, but he never showed. Of course he didn't. I wouldn't want to face me either after how I'd been acting. I was snapped out of my thoughts by my pencil breaking under the pressure of how aggressively I was erasing. I sighed and tore the smudged page out of my notebook, crumpling it and tossing it onto the table in front of me. Nancy peered over at me from across the table with a concerned expression and said something to me that I couldn't hear. I removed my headphones and rested them around my neck.

"Are you alright?" Nancy repeated herself. I nodded and shot her a weak smile. She returned my smile before glaring at something behind me. "What are you doing here?"

"Damn, hello to you too," Mike snapped in mock offense as he sat down on the stool next to me. He nodded at me before turning his attention back to Nancy. "I have a favor to ask."

"What now?" Nancy scowled at him, setting her pencil down onto her notepad.

"I need to borrow 20 bucks," Mike said, evoking a sigh from Nancy. Just then, I felt him rest his hand onto my knee. My face twisted with disgust at his contact. Did he suddenly think I was willing to hook up with all of my friends after seeing me with Eddie? Ew. I peeked under the table and saw his closed fist on my leg with a small folded piece of paper between his fingers. I furrowed my eyebrows as I peered back up at his face. He looked at me through the corner of his eye, side eyeing me with an urgency.